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Another Big Preacher Post!

I read another review of the first episode somewhere (can’t remember where and searching my history is proving fruitless) that describes it as VERY good. I am cautiously optimistic!

I’ve been devouring all the recent Preacher news like it’s made out of candied bacon.

From I09:

The Preacher Pilot Has An Absurd Cameo

Reactions To The First Episode

I am a HUGE Preacher fan! I first read them some years ago, and have been patiently waiting for some kind of moving picture adaptation ever since.

Here are some of my previous Preacher posts. Be warned that some of them  have spoilers, if you are saving yourself for the show:

The Big Preacher Post – Includes my star wish list, but it’s outdated now.

OOOOOOOOOOO – The Dominic Cooper Casting announcement

Joseph Gilgun as Cassidy –  Jesse’s compatriot and an Irish punk-rock vampire Cassidy casting announcement

I read another review of the first episode somewhere (can’t remember where and searching my history is proving fruitless) that describes it as VERY good. I am cautiously optimistic!

I won’t go into a big description of the story in today’s post, and I might try to do another one that introduces people unfamiliar with the comic in a spoiler-free way.

Fitting for today (St. Patrick’s Day!), Preacher is written by one of my favorite comics writers, Garth Ennis, who is Irish. He also wrote some of the best storylines (in my opinion) of Constantine – that show turned out to be somewhat disappointing, but I’m HOPING that Preacher delivers.

Fingers crossed!

My Mom had the DNA test thingy done – I am 38% Irish. I don’t hold much with the test results (since Ireland is a country, not an ethnicity – I guess I would be Celtic or Gaelic? Does that even make sense?) but she was excited about it and I am trying to encourage her to get out and do things. She’s been rather down lately.

But I’m not going out in a green paper hat to drink green beer or whiskey until I’m sick, either. I’ll stay in and spend time with my imaginary boyfriend for the holiday, Kevin ‘Corky’ Corcoran from BBCTV’s Copper.  An Irishman just trying to make good as a cop in 1860s New York, he fights for truth and justice but also because he just likes getting in fights.

Copper
<3 Sighhhhhhhhhh <3

Have a great day!

In Which I Find I Really AM A Vampire

I’m not some curtain-twitcher on a crusade to make young men pull up their pants; rather, I’m only concerned if there is reason to believe that my house or someone else’s might be struck by a hail of bullets or the flying wreckage of an exploding meth lab. These are valid concerns, given my neighborhood history.

Reverse Seasonal Affective Disorder!* It’s totally a thing!

I walked out of work last night at 4:02 PM into a Florida late-winter evening, which means a temperature of 80 degrees F, and so bright your eyeballs fry down to little hard marbles inside your head.

For as long as I can remember I have felt this way – That first blast of light and heat makes me close my eyes, and my first instinct is to literally lay down wherever I am and go to sleep. It’s a strange response, and I didn’t really think about it much until last night. Maybe it’s going from the darkened office environment to the bright outdoors, and my melatonin, seratonin, or dopamine levels are thrown off so something suddenly goes into overdrive and manufactures more of something else. That’s why I drop like a Battle Droid without a Command Ship.

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“Does Not Compzzzzz”

Admittedly, it’s been a tiring week – I’m still investigating why the police were in my neighborhood Sunday night. I’m not some curtain-twitcher on a crusade to make young men pull up their pants; rather, I’m only concerned if there is reason to believe that my house or someone else’s might be struck by a hail of bullets or the flying wreckage of an exploding meth lab. These are valid concerns, given my neighborhood history.

Still working on some upcoming posts, though! Check back next week for posts about my violin and I, and comparing Don Bluth’s classic An American Tale with the bloody, violent BBC America show Copper.

Stay tuned, and have a great week!

 

*Normally I avoid WebMD because on that site, all roads lead to cancer. Got a headache? Cancer. Got a sore back? Cancer. Did you pull that band-aid off too fast? CANCER. Problems with your transmission? CANCER!!!!!!

Announcement!

I’m working on other changes to my blog to make it more like what the Cool Kids are doing these days. I want to make it more sleek and user-friendly, with more pictures and helpful links and whatnot. If you have any feedback, let me know!

Hi folks!

As always, thanks for taking the time to visit and read my blog. It means so much to me to know that there are folks literally on the other side of the planet who tune in and now then to see what I’m on about. Thank you for your time! I love checking in to your blogs and seeing what you are up to as well!

You might have noticed two new pages at the top of the site – these are the first chapters of the first two books that I’ve written. They are high-fantasy novels with some dark fantasy and crime thriller flourishes. Please check them out! And if you have any feedback, I’d love to hear it in the comments at the bottom. What did you like or not like? Am I entertaining? Am I wasting my life? Whatever you think, I want to know!

I’m working on other changes to my blog to make it more like what the Cool Kids are doing these days. I want to make it more sleek and user-friendly, with more pictures and helpful links and whatnot. If you have any feedback, let me know!

Check back soon! I’ve got some great upcoming blog posts, including:

  • My Violin and I – An Idiot’s Tale
  • Apples and Oranges – 19th Century New York as depicted in the BBC TV show Copper and the Animated Family Cartoon, An American Tale
  • The Big ‘Let Me Show You Around!’ Post

Be seeing ya!

Stranger In a Strange, Terrible Land

I cleaned myself up and ventured out in search of food and entertainment. Happily, Deadpool was playing at my favorite local place, so I saw that while eating mozzarella sticks and chicken fingers.

Sometime around my birthday last year, someone wished me happy birthday. Lots of people did, but this person’s well-wish stood out, because of its ominous addendum:

“Happy 37th Birthday! Welcome to the land of the two-day hangover!” 

I wish I could remember who it was; less because I want to tell them that they are right, than because I want to get the next winning lotto numbers from them; because they spoke horrible, horrible truth.

Here is a breakdown of my weekend.

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